The Bloody Doors Off

Okay.

I have a title for today’s post.

I’ve entered the Toronto Fringe based on a title alone.

AND got in.

So. Yeah.

(8 hours later.)

Yeah. I got nothin’.

Even my dreams were boring.

Not that I can really remember them.

When I was a kid, I had such vivid dreams.

Flying, just high enough to clear the overhead wires.

A continuing story about arriving on a parallel earth.

That one was fun.

I had such an imagination as a child.

And today?

Nothing.

Nada.

Zip.

Zilch.

Bupkiss.

I can’t help but think.

If it’s this bad now.

What happens when I take lithium?

I need to be creative.

It’s my lifeblood.

My soul.

Take that away.

And what am I?